this nasty egg / this try-to-think / try-not-to-think
this sky-is-falling and what-happens-if
and someone humming Johnny-I-never-knew-ya
/ this seeming calm / this not-delicate shell / this yellow yolk
this undone begun / this begins
pulses / groan-grows / beaks / cracks what seemed safe /
until / out / weak and stumbling
but stronger than death / this blind sensing
everything horrid that might
/ this happens in me
my hatching / my hungry / my savage fear
poem and photograph by Jo Mariner
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Hi Jo! A very powerful poem! I need to read it several times before commenting. Has that chilly/scary factor for me to take on board. Love, B xx
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thanks Barbara for your comments. It is indeed chilling / how ready our sensible caution is ready to hatch into something more. . Jo
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Hi Jo, I always love hearing you reading your poems. I close my eyes to feel the sense of the words you have so carefully crafted. I try so hard not to feel fear – it seems to take over and makes me think of all the dreadful things that might happen, believing that they might more than that they might not!!! love to you x
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Dear kay1good… Thank you for listening to the sounds of the words so carefully. As far as fear goes… I feel it in an attempt to “clean it out” so I get some perspective on how to act – – hopefully with good news sense and kindness – – not deciding what to do on fear. Thanks again. Jo
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